A dark-haired woman wanders America with an ages-old obsession. Along the way are mortals who would damn her and those who would try to understand, even love her. A modern tale of love and lust, of dark secrets and even darker desires. For mature readers.

The future of earth is pretty bleak. Over half the population is forced to live underground by a strange mutated race of people. Few have been able to escape the system to the surface. One man hopes to achieve what they have...or die trying. Pls R&R

Um...this poem was one of those poems that were lost somewhere deep in the subconsciousmind and you really didn't think as the words practically poured onto the paper. Some people will know what I'm talking about. Anyway... it's another unhappy one.

By now you guys should know that I only write dark, depressing poems. So I guess I'm in the right genre. This one doesn't exactly rhyme the same way the other two did. OKay...this summary is getting too long for this poem. R&R.